Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 680 11. Rexxar never takes off his mask!

This? This is called the Trade Wind Crow. It is a native species of Azeroth. It is a strange bird that combines courage, wisdom and loyalty.

They only appear near the sea, dare to fight the wind and waves, fly fast and steady, and are rare and very smart.

Black stroked the head of the trembling bird on his shoulder disapprovingly and said to Lexa:

You must not have such a powerful bird in Draenor, right? Is this the first time you have seen such a magical creature?

Well, there are indeed no such 'magical' creatures in our world.

Lexa raised her eyes.

He touched the head of Misha, the giant bear squatting down next to him, and said meaningfully to Blake:

It does take courage to treat such a magical bird as a war beast. Human hunters, I wish you good luck. In addition, thank you for helping me find the relics of Ha LS.

It means something extraordinary to me.

This orc hunter, who was strong enough and silent enough, stroked the rough wolf fang pendant around his neck. He seemed to be lost in nostalgia for the past.

Misha, the giant bear around her, sensed the sadness of her companions.

It touched Lexa's hand with its head, and the porcupine Hofer, who was as fat as a little tank and grunted and rummaged through the snow for food with his mouth, was also swinging around Lexa. The tail spins around.

Blake was extremely envious when he saw this scene.

He turned his head and glanced at Bighorn and Frostclaw squatting next to him. A bear and a wolf also noticed Blake's eyes, but they pretended not to see it and tilted their heads to enjoy the scenery.

Hey, the salary paid to them by the stinky pirates is not worth making them be so respectful and obedient.

I owe you a favor, human.

Ten seconds later, Rexxa came to his senses. The tall orc inserted the rune battle ax back into his waist, nodded to Black, and said:

When you need help, I will do my best to help you. But my mission here is over. Kargath, who is obsessed with conspiracy and implements the conspiracy, has been defeated and captured by Saurfang.

I believe Saurfang will give him a fair trial.

It's time for me to continue my journey.

After saying that, he quickly took his bear, pig, and eagle in the sky to leave, but was stopped by Blake.

Hey, why don't you go back to your people?

The pirate shouted:

You should know that they need you very much now, right?

Clansman?

Lexa turned back in confusion and said:

“When I followed Brox, I went to Blackstone Mountain before. Reid, who calls himself Warchief, is a cunning orc, but he did a good job of placing the orcs who were willing to follow him in Blackrock Tower.

Although they occasionally go hungry, they are no longer affected by war.

They also distanced themselves from the evil Shadow Council.

In addition, the brave and fighting Kor'kron clan has migrated there, so they don't need my help.

No, no, no, I'm talking about your tribe!

Blake looked at the two rune axes on Rexxa's waist and explained:

I'm talking about the Moknasa clan, the clan with the same background as you, a half-ogre, half-orc hybrid clan.

You actually know Mok'Natha?

Lexa was really surprised now.

He looked at Blake again with a critical look and said:

Not many members of my clan followed the old tribe and crossed the Dark Portal to your world. I am also the only orc from my clan who has left Mok'Nassa's territory and wandered outside in hundreds of years.

My people.

No, they are strong enough.

They don't need my help.

I'm no longer one of them.

Lexa was silent for a moment and said with some disappointment:

“Just because you are a hybrid, it doesn’t mean you are a Mok’Natha.

This is something my father always said and I have broken with him. However, few of my compatriots know anything about Mok'Natha. How do you know so clearly?

I am a hunter, and I am interested in all powerful hunting techniques. I learn from elves, I learn from dwarves, and I learn from demons

Of course I could learn from the orcs too.

When it comes to the hunting skills of the orcs, besides the Bloodring Clan, who else can compare with the 'natural hunters' Mok'Nathal Beast Kings?

Blake shrugged and threw the long bow in his hand to Lexa. The latter took it and examined it carefully. After a few seconds, he threw the bow back.

explain:

Great weapons, but some are too delicate. They don't seem to be used for hunting, but more like ritual sacrifices.

Yeah, I think it's too fragile too.

Black held the long soul string behind his back and said to Lexa:

I've been looking for a weapon to replace it, and have had several replacements, but without exception they have been difficult to come by. Come on, Rexxar, you may not know this, but I've been looking for you.

I want to learn the skills of the beast kings from you.

I'm also very interested in the Mok'Nathal hunting tactics you just used. Maybe we can communicate as peers?

If your teaching requires 'tuition', I will be happy to pay it on the spot.

I have always understood the price of valuable knowledge.

No, I can't teach you.

Lexa refused simply and said to Black:

Your hunting style has already been formed. You chose the war bow as your weapon, which means you cannot learn Mok'Natha's tactics. Most of our hunting skills are close combat.

The opponents that the Moknasa clan has faced for generations cannot be solved by relying on war bows and sharp arrows. Unless we operate covertly, we rarely use long-range weapons in battle.

No, no, no, your understanding of me is still a bit off, my orc friend.

The pirate shook his head.

Under Rexxar's gaze, he reached out and took out two Shadow Moon Blades from his bag. With a move of his fingers, the ferocious thing spun several times in his palm, just like two saw blades.

He grabbed the handle of the moon blade, made a watcher's preparatory attack movement towards Lexa, and said:

I think I can learn it. Why don't you test my talent first before starting to teach?

No, I'm not interested in meaningless fighting.

Lexa took a step back and chose to refuse.

Blake's strange enthusiasm made it difficult for this powerful orc with social phobia to resist. He could only wave his hands and say:

“I won’t fight you, not even in a friendly sparring match.

My power is too great. If I can't control it, I might hurt you. And now I desperately want to leave here and roam somewhere new, so, I...

If I get hurt by you, that's my problem and has nothing to do with you. Don't worry about hurting me. Of course, maybe you can try to see if you can do it.

Blake flashed over with a whoosh.

The moon blade in his hand swung out a shadow attack without killing intent, but Rexxar drew out his rune ax and accurately blocked it.

Misha, who was next to the Beastman Beast King, roared to help, but was knocked away by the big horn that rushed towards her.

This collision angered Misha. This female bear was two times bigger than Dajiao. Seeing that the small bear dared to fight back, Misha slapped Dajiao, making Dajiao dizzy. Then he was The giant bear hugged and fell to the side.

The lazy porcupine Hofer also found Frost Claw as an opponent. The cunning ghost wolf also wanted to sneak attack, but when it dared to get close, Hofer was forced out of the soul walking by the war trample brought by Hofer's weight advantage.

Then he was taught how to behave by being shot by a porcupine with its sharp thorns.

Although the soul beast has no physical body and can be immune to most physical damage, Frostclaw is still howling and screaming from these spikes.

As for Hisari Black Crow.

Well, it was a bit too rough to let this raptor druid who was still in a secret working state deal with a legendary eagle, so Black sent out his own servants of the Big Eye Demon.

Let Glazer, who also has the ability to fly, entangle the Falcon Spire.

I really don't want to fight you, human.

Lexa and Black were fighting on the spot, and the orc said in a low tone:

My hunting instinct is warning me that you are a very dangerous guy. There is no such thing as friendly competition between us. If you want to win, you have to use real power.

But you and I are not enemies

I'm no one's enemy.

After entering your world with the old tribe, I have been immersed in senseless violence for a while. During those sickening years of war, I lost my soul companion.

Ha LS's death is a warning.

A butcher who uses violence wantonly will eventually be devoured by the consequences of violence.

“I admit that what you say is correct, and that it is full of some kind of philosophy that I know but have a hard time understanding, which makes you seem both violent and philosophical.

But I am still a prophet, Rexxar.

I can occasionally see different directions for the future.

Blake swung the moon blade and passed across Rexxar's neck, but the latter jumped back and dodged it. This huge orc possessed deadly dexterity that was completely out of proportion to his size.

It's almost like a cross between a bear and a cat.

The stinky pirate spun the moon blade in his hand and used a fatal throwing technique to throw the moon blade out. As a result, Rexxar swung an ax and smashed it to the ground.

Swift as lightning, like a poisonous snake plundering.

In some future I see, you! Rexxar Rema, will act as an accomplice of a group of orcs and kill my family with your own hands. Of course, that may not be your fault.

I won't hate you for something that hasn't happened yet.

I really just want to learn something from you, but it seems that you are really a person who obviously has great power but pursues inner peace.

So, I decided to ask you for advice in another way.

The pirate moved his shoulders and said to Lexa, who looked resistant:

Think of it as a competition, and if you win, I'll show you a place where you can find true like-minded people.

It's filled with legendary hunters who are just as lonely as you.

They transcend racial antagonism, civilized competition and mutual hatred. They are a noble group formed for a noble goal.

There you can not only find peace in your heart, but also make real friends.

You are a person who lacks goals.

Maybe there you can find a goal that you are willing to devote your life to.

Blake looked at the silent Lexa in front of him and said again:

You know, in our world, the line between civilization and wilderness is not clear, so you don't have to escape into the wilderness to escape endless wars.

Everyone needs friends.

You need it too.

I already have three noble friends who are loyal enough. I don't think I need more. However, I do have some interest in the place you mentioned.

In this world full of hatred and strife, is there really such a peaceful place?

Lexa seemed interested.

He also stretched his broad shoulders and asked:

Are you sure you're not telling a fairy tale?

You can see with your own eyes.

Blake grinned and said:

After the wolf warrior you grew up with died at the hands of those damn Shadow Council warlocks, you refused to communicate with intelligent life again.

You have chosen strange beasts as companions.

But if you can make friends with wild beasts, you can also make friends with noble people. I believe that they will also look forward to joining an outstanding hunter like you.

The world is big, Rexxar, and you have a lifetime to explore its mysteries.

Why can't you be more tolerant of yourself?

Give yourself a chance and give it a try.